#noir oneshots

[frickingnerd]

secretly making out with chat noir

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader

summary: your secret make out session with your superhero boyfriend gets cut short due to an akuma attack...

tags: secret relationship, secret make out session, clingy!reader, wholesome fluff, bits of angst (chat having to leave too soon)

“please don't stop… don't go yet!”

you were clinging onto your boyfriend, who had just pulled away from your lips after a few minutes of making out. the only few minutes of the day you even got to be with him!

“i have to. you know that…”

it pained chat to leave you already. he just got to see you again, when time was already up again. you both knew it would be like this. secretly dating a superhero wouldn't be easy. but every time you had to say goodbye hurt.

“just one more minute…”

you tried to bargain with chat, but he had to keep strong. he wanted to spend all the time in the world with you, but he knew he had to go again.

“i promise you, i'll make it up to you!”

he pressed a quick kiss onto your lips, before hopping out of the alley you two were hiding in, leaving you wondering when you got to see him again…

[heartfulselkie]

The mockery of his laugh had always made her want to punch Griffe in the face, but now the thought wasn't even crossing her mind. The teasing tone in his voice and smugness of his grin had faded, his cocky attitude dissolving into something more genuine. Was that what his real laugh sounded like? Was that what his real smile looked like?

This takes place immediately after the end of the Paris Special so there are spoilers!

Saw the special. Had a cry over the blorbos. Bon appétit.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

"we like each other" - lukadrien oneshot

(this is a lot longer than i meant for it to be but i hope you enjoy)

Adrien! Wait!" Luka had no idea how he got into this situation. One minute, he was talking with his sister on their houseboat and the next he was chasing his friend down the streets of Paris.

Adrien seemed to pick up speed with every few seconds that passed. Oh, how Luka wished he participated in a sport of some kind.

"Please, Adrien! Stop! Please!" Luka yelled in his friend's direction. He tried his hardest to catch up but eventually became too winded to continue. Adrien turned a corner and disappeared behind a random store. Luka slowed to a stop and tried to catch his breath.

What was going on? Why was Adrien running away? Luka tried to think back to the conversation he had with Juleka, in case Adrien heard something that sent him on his way. Nothing came to mind.

He pulled out his phone and shot a few texts to Adrien, telling him that he was sorry for whatever Adrien heard and that he hoped he would tell him what he and Juleka did wrong.

He retraced his steps back to his boat. Once he got on deck, he ignored his mom calling out to him for dinner prep and made his way to his room. He plopped down on his bed and tried to find an answer, which posed to be very hard without knowing Adrien's thoughts.

Luka snatched up his guitar and attempted to strum his way through the problem. He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Obviously, Adrien didn't want anyone to know what was bothering him but Luka couldn't help but think that it was all his fault.

Ten minutes later, a tap on his window caused Luka to jump slightly. He snapped his head towards the sound to see Cat Noir peering in.

"You gonna let me in, guitar boy?" The cat-themed hero joked. Luka stood and opened the window, still confused as to what was going on. Cat Noir leaped through the small circle gracefully and landed on the bedroom floor in a cat-like pose.

"What are you doing here, Cat Noir?" Luka's voice was low and barely above a whisper. Cat Noir stood up and shrugged.

"I don't really know. I heard you were the one to go to when stricken with turmoil."

"I guess I am," Luka chuckled. He could've sworn he'd seen a slight blush form on the hero's face, but he decided to chalk it up to the odd lighting in his room. "What seems to be the problem, Cat Noir?"

"Well," Cat Noir started, "I heard...Ladybug and...Rena Rouge, yeah, that's right, talking about me, possibly maybe, and I'm just feeling insecure."

Luka raised his eyebrow at the story. It didn't sound like Cat Noir was saying something that really happened. He noticed the way he seemed to search for his words even more than a normal person stumbling over their words would.

He let it go, "And what did they say?"

"I don't really know, they didn't say my name at all, but I just felt like their words were towards me."

"And how did you hear these words?" Luka furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought.

"I, um, you're not gonna judge me, right?" The hero's voice sounded so small, and Luka wanted to reach out and physically comfort him but felt that might be too much.

"Of course not."

"I was eavesdropping," Cat Noir seemed to move farther and farther from Luka, hunching his shoulders to hide.

"Maybe they knew you were listening and tried to pull a prank on you."

"Well, that's just mean! I mean, it would explain why you-" the hero stopped himself and frantically moved his eyes around. "I mean they-"

Luka tried not to laugh, "Adrien, I know it's you. You can detransform now."

"What! No! I'm not that pretty model boy, I'm just an average guy who really has to go," Cat Noir tried to scurry past Luka but he blocked the window.

"Adrien, it's okay, no one has to know that I know. But please I need to talk to you," Luka reached out to grab Cat Noir's, who he was sure was Adrien, hands. "Ladybug and Rena Rouge are supposed to be me and Jul right?"

Cat Noir avoided Luka's eyes, "Claws in," a nearly blinding neon green light filled Luka's room. Luka blinked away the spots in his eyes and saw the friend he had just chased a half hour ago.

"Adrien...talk to me."

"Can we- can we sit?" Luka nodded and moved his guitar off his bed. He patted the sheet covered mattress and sat down. Adrien sat and began to fiddle with the ends of a blanket Luka had.

"Tell me what's going on, Adrien."

"I heard you and Juleka talking earlier," Adrien tried to not let his emotions show but failed almost miserably.

Luka knew it was about that! He kept his thoughts to himself, as it didn't seem like the time. He was also confused. They never mentioned Adrien by name, they didn't even allude to him. How could he have taken it so personally?

"But-"

Adrien cut Luka off, "Wait, let me finish, or I'll never be able to say it."

Luka pressed his lips in a line and urged Adrien to continue.

"Yesterday, I asked Juleka to ask you if you liked anybody. She told me she would try her best and to come over today to hang out so she could talk with me. I got here a little too early and...heard you say no."

"What?" Luka was confused.

"I was so heartbroken that I dropped the food I had brought for us all to share."

Luka remembered hearing something fall outside but was too focused on the jean covered legs running away.

"I ran away so you wouldn't see me, but somehow you caught up with me. I kept running because...I couldn't look you in the eye," Luka could hear Adrien's voice get weak with his held-back tears. "It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud."

Luka grabbed Adrien's free hand and searched for his eyes, "Adrien, it's not stupid. I'm sorry you had to hear that," Luka inhaled deeply and reached up to caress Adrien's cheek, "especially because it wasn't true."

Adrien's eyes widened, "I don't understand."

"Adrien, please forgive me, I didn't tell Juleka the truth. I do have a crush on someone," Luka wiped away a stray tear that fell from Adrien's eye.

"Luka...what are you saying right now?" Adrien's eyes seemed to bore into Luka's. Luka wasn't even sure if he had seen Adrien blink since reciting his side of the story.

“I like you, Adrien. I really like you. I'm so sorry that you thought I didn't," Luka's hold on Adrien's cheek never let up. Adrien even reached up to keep Luka's hand in place.

"Really? You like...me? Why?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Luka slightly frowned.

"I don't know. I mean, we've never really spent that much time together. I assumed you only thought of me as an acquaintance at best." Adrien broke eye contact, he couldn't bring himself to look at Luka anymore.

"Adrien, none of that stopped you from liking me," Luka stated, "so why would it stop me from liking you?"

Adrien kept his eyes down.

"Hm? Can you answer that?"

"No, no, I can't," Adrien's voice went back to being small and it broke Luka's heart. Luka guided Adrien's head up so he could look back into his eyes.

"We like each other, Adrien, and neither of us can fully explain it. That's perfectly okay."

Adrien's voice was full again, "We like each other."

Luka tried not to let out a chuckle, "Yes, that's what I just said."

"No, I mean, I didn't have to be scared. You like me as much I like you. Well, I probably like you a little more, I feel my feelings very aggressively," Adrien started to ramble. Luka had to admit, it was cute.

"I can see that," Luka finally let out a small laugh.

"I'm sorry about the whole running away thing. I didn't even know I could run that fast without my miraculous-"

Adrien's eyes widened and Luka waited to hear what he would say.

"You know about my miraculous!" Adrien whisper-yelled, he got off of the bed and started to pace around Luka's room.

"What miraculous?" Luka attempted to say coolly but Adrien missed the joke entirely.

"Ya know, the one that transforms me into a cat man! The one that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about! The one that gives me super fast reflexes! The one that gives me stupid cat ears- oh." Luka half smiled as Adrien finally got it.

"I meant what I said earlier, no one has to know that I, Luka Couffaine, know the identity of the Parisian hero, Cat Noir." Luka put on a dramatic voice for the last bit, much to Adrien's unamusement.

"You're not funny."

"Sure I am, but I'm also one hundred percent serious. I'm not gonna tell anyone, I promise. Can you sit down now?" Luka extended his hand out to Adrien, who sighed and took hold of it.

Luka pulled Adrien towards him, causing Adrien to yelp. He was pulled onto a laughing and leaned back Luka.

"Ow," Adrien jokingly said.

Luka slightly scoffed, "That didn't hurt and you know it."

"No, it didn't. I'm just dramatic."

"Yeah, I know, it's very noticeable."

"You're very blunt at times, ya know that, right?" Adrien shimmied into a more comfortable position, his back against the wall and his legs on top of Luka's.

"And yet, you like me, so who's really the problem here?"

"Both of us," they both laughed and any awkward or scared tension there was before seemed to quickly dissipate.

"Ya know, the cat ears aren't that stupid. I actually kinda li-" Luka was interrupted by a hand covering his mouth.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Adrien tried to say sternly, but Luka knew he was all bark no bite, in the most adorable way possible.

So he licked Adrien's hand, who dramatically screamed and wiped off his hand on Luka's shoulder. Luka erupted in melodic laughter, which in a way, made Adrien feel like everything was gonna be all right.

(any notes or criticisms or praises that you guys have, i'd be more than glad to hear about. ofc be respectful and understanding, this is the first fanfiction that i've literally ever posted on anything so ofc it's not going to be perfect. but i really hope you liked it)

[badchoicesworld]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a male s/o that gets super insecure and uncomfortable when people look at his top surgery scars and he hates it when people miss gender him and Miles Morales Miles 42 Hobie Pavitr Prabhakar and Spider-Noir are there to defend or shut the people that miss gender him or glare at them to the point where the other person gets uncomfortable and stop looking at the male reader I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense i just type really fast and don't re-read it at some points

Anyways I absolutely love your writing work I really enjoy it and everything, have a lovely day or night ❤️💕

hobie, 1610!miles, 42!miles, pavitr and noir defending their transmasc partners

ok this took me a while i admit but i hope you enjoy !

established, separate relationships

warnings: i’m sleepy

pairing: hobie brown x transmasc!reader, earth-1610 miles morales x transmasc!reader, earth-42 miles morales x trans!mascreader, pavitr prabhakar x transmasc!reader, spider-noir x transmasc!reader

requests: check out the blog-guide for info !

he’s rapidly approaching

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punk personified

you two were getting ready for a sick concert you’ve been looking forward to for a small while now, moral is high and all’s good

ofc it’s punk, and hobie will be damned if you don’t dress the part with him

he started diying you guys outfits for this specific concert a few weeks beforehand, and he’s super proud of them ! very happy to show you and he hopes you like them

you like them . because i said so

however, it did include a shirt that looks like it had been torn up in every way possible

depending on what ur comfortable with, it can either be a crop top that rides up just a little too much when you jump about and stretch OR it’s one of those tank tops where the sides of your torso simply aren’t covered, very low cut sides

so yeah, your top surgery scars are in the breeze

intentional ? who knows, this is hobie we’re talking about

maybe hobie’s tryna get you to step out of your comfort zone and feel more comfortable in ur skin in an environment where he knows you won’t be judged

perhaps he simply did not take this into consideration because he doesn’t even think twice about ur scars

regardless, they’re out, you both look sick, im forever furious that we were deprived of tank top hobie in low riders PLEASE (he exists in my dreams)

the concert isn’t the problem- don’t call urself punk if ur a bigot we all know this

it’s the walk there that really sucked

you and hobie got some intense stares from people as you walked hand in hand to this thing

naturally, hobie ate that shit up, kept his head high the whole time and doesn’t bat an eye at this people

you’re not as confident, unfortunately . catching people looking at your scars makes you feel all sorts of insecure, which is valid man

hobie also gets this, and god knows he looks for every excuse to antagonise those closed minded people so he’s very content to start a fight

cant care less when it comes to people judging him, he knows who he is and he’s proud asf, not gonna waste his breath on that

but when hobie sees his boyfriend curling in on himself because of strangers in the street that aren’t shit, that’s when he can be bothered to pay some mind to them

it’s subtle, for your sake . doesn’t wanna draw any more attention and risk getting caught up in this when you’ve both been looking forward to this concert for so long

so instead of outright starting a fight, he uses that scary privilege he knows he has and just stared them down in such a disrespectful way

the way that you’re both dressed too, i’m sure that it works

doesn’t relent either, will stare until the other people stop staring

ideally ? he wants to make them walk away and stop bothering you, but he’s alright with exchanging a scowl for the person to look away instead, preferably in shame

when they’re taken care of, that’s that . he wants you two to forget about that and have fun at this gig, sound good ? he wants to see you genuinely enjoying yourself in your own skin, surrounded by the people that make him feel more like himself too

besides, scars are nothing to be ashamed of or to hide

the walk home is a lot more peaceful

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i’m sorry u were ever hurt

you two are off to the water park (using the american word, sorry fellow brits :() together, enjoy ur youth

imagine how cool you two are rolling up in ur swimming trunks

i wholeheartedly believe that miles is an absolute sap and would wanna match- i die on the hill that he’s a born to “hi ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ” forced to “wsg”

anyway, go have fun at the baths

that’s what miles expects anyway, fun with no strings attached, as most would

but that’s not how the world works, unfortunately

some people live to be hateful and have sad, empty, boring, gloomy, pathetic, waste of space lives, and you have to go through the misfortune of enduring some really vicious stares . all because you’re a guy with a few scars on his chest

people talk, you might overhear some stuff about ur character that makes you really insecure and upset

takes miles a little minute to clock the way you’re trying to fold your arms to hide your scars, but he catches on pretty quickly that it’s because of the people around you

is immediately by your side and looking concerned as hell

initially assumed that you might be in some pain, maybe the chlorine is fucking w ur scar tissue

sympathetic and checking in on you in the gentlest way when he notices that sadness

“w-hey, what’s happenin? you good?” standing really close and tilting his head to make eye contact with you if you’re looking down or away, hands are grazing your elbows to hold you

miles cares, a lot

speak ur mind man, tell him what’s going on

looks over your shoulder and at the people making you feel uncomfortable with that determined look

ushers you away, doesn’t want you around those kind people . bad vibes, he doesn’t fuck w it

probably goes snitch to staff lmao

and that’s how much he cares, he’d get stitches for u (ﾉд`)

but miles isn’t about to let the day be ruined by transphobes- god forbid

so he’s gonna try hard to make you forget about that interaction, it’s like a switch when he suddenly becomes all energetic again and is basically dragging you back towards the water

wants to hear you start laughing real fast

if miles venom striked the pool would everyone fucking die ?

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cat

GYM BABY

PE class gotta suck with all those bitchy teens being closed minded for no good reason and thinking it’s funny to openly judge and mock the things they don’t understand

miles is very mature and knows that bullying just isn’t cool, downright stupid and bullies should honestly be embarrassed to show their face

but because the changing rooms are so small, he can’t even attempt to ignore the comments he’s hearing, all directed at his boyfriend who’s just trying to change for class

you’re minding your own business, why can’t they mind theirs ?

is another person that doesn’t wanna give you a worse time by antagonising those freaks and picking a fight, will instead just stare over his shoulder

works, miles 42 has a mean side eye, straight up vicious

he knows that won’t resolve the issue, people are so resilient w their hate and

gets insanely irritated if someone suggests you changing somewhere else . honestly would just prefer for there to be some tension in the locker room instead of isolating you away while you changed, couldn’t stand that idea because it’s flat out not fair . on top of a number of other things

can ignore the tension, doesn’t know about you

talks to you about not backing down, you have every right ro be in there and you shouldn’t feel in any way negatively about it

don’t give those closed minded people the satisfaction of making you feel bad about yourself and accommodating to them

makes an excellent point one day

“why are you watchin’ my boyfriend change..?” says it so slowly and it got real awkward after that

won’t tell a teacher unless you want to, then he’ll be moral support and be waiting for you outside the office

anyway, man’s got a killer deadeye to keep people in line and tries to not antagonise people too much

just get changed, that’s what you’re there to do people

stop being weird abt it

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please don’t die

i’m a huge fan of those people that see a trans flag and immediately try to pull a “you’ll never be a real woman >:C” to a trans man

like yeah, thanks man, really appreciate it

it’s happened to you once or twice in the street, you or pav have some kind of pin or smthn and you’re literally just approached by strangers who have nothing better to do with their day

the most meaningful thing abt it is talking to you two honestly, ur just that cool

i can see him reading people just to point out their insecurities because violence isn’t the answer

it’s a last resort, but imagine you two simply minding your own business and this blank slate of a person decides to make a comment on your masculinity

“it’s okay sweetie, they’re just trying to overcompensate for their lack of a personality ! (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)” huh 👁️👁️

pays literally no mind to them, pretends nothing happens and keeps walking with you

it’s like an invisible force field, bounces right off of him and somehow hurts the other person more

walking embodiment of that “i am rubber you are glue, what bounces off of me stick to you” and he probably recites that, too

but yeah, so insanely unbothered that i would maybe check up on him from time to time ? how is he always so chipper ? is bro good ?

but it’s infectious, so you can’t let it get to you either, it’s hard to feel sad around pav

he will somehow coincidentally always find something to immediately take ur mind off if it

after a shitty interaction with someone talking about pronouns and how theirs are an inanimate object, he miraculously spots a food stand you guys haven’t tried yet

does that Σ(ﾟロﾟ) face of his while gasping and drags you over, no questions asked

interrupts the person with the longest gasp, one would assume he hadn’t had a breath of fresh air ever

“look look! we have to try it!” pointing like that fuckin Soyjaks meme and ur gone, bigot is left in the dust

i’ve heard food is great therapy, and he believes so too

so scran down on some good street food while pavitr looks like a beam of sunshine despite just ruining a persons self esteem for the rest of their lie

it’s deserved though, so you can both sleep well

yknow what else slaps ? some chai, go home and have some w his aunty who thinks you’ve a very handsome young man

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why the fuck is he so broad hang on

she/her a he/him and get shot, idk mans got a whole firearm for a reason

it’s takes him a little while to understand trans slander, but eventually it becomes like a fine art to him because i think he has a tendency to hyperfixate on things until he understands them in violent detail (autistic. he’s violently autistic coded. cant read a room, hyperfixated on his favourite colour, struggles to express himself through his tone.. yknow)

so if one day someone happens to catch sight of your scars and starts to talk shit in whatever 30’s slang from his dimension and modern slang from your own, he is so ready to give this speech on discrimination

theres a power point slide too but he doesn’t know how that works

gives up not even half way because he got frustrated and started cursing them out instead

“look, you seem like lovely people- no, no you don’t”

he has anger issues

there’s a lot of “and my boyfriend!” followed by a compliment, he managed to throw a few in there for good measure

says something about the colour purple at one point, i don’t know how that happened

please steer him away before someone gets shot over colour theory (surprised it hasn’t happened yet, ammarite fellow artists ? 😀 )

apologises for getting carried away, has to stop himself from talking about colours again he’s just such a peter and so unserious

“i’m sorry i- that must have been hard for you” clearly it was harder for u dear god

is likely the most insistent on doing anything and everything to make you feel better, is open to suggestions and is basically begging for them

while everyone else is low-key for ur own sake, this man’s about to buy you the world with his 4 dollars which is pretty impressive in his dimension

insists on doing your favourite things, is suggesting this and that, left right and centre

is convinced it’s the end of the world, this is reinforced since you seemed so upset and uncomfortable being misgendered by some people on the street

if you’re plenty happy to settle doing something, he’s thrilled and is giving it his 110% just for you

go watch a movie, careful not to point out the colours of noir will then realise that movies are no longer in black and white and starts asking you if everything is purple

“what a lovely purple :]” pan to like a whole pyramid

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anyway, can you tell that hobie is easiest for me to write for and that i was running out of ideas ?

let me know how you feel about it !

if this flops i’m gonna have to go on a long stroll

[herstoryheaven]

Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir: Requests Open

Dear readers,

I am excited to let you know that I will start writing for Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir. If you want me to write about a specific scene please mention the season and episode or the movie.

I only write character x reader, not character x character, and I currently write for gender-neutral or female readers only. I also don't write smut or any graphic violence. Requests may take some time to process depending on how many I receive at once.

I'm excited to dive into these amazing characters. Drop your requests, and I'll do my best to bring them to life. Thanks for your support!

Much Love,

Herstoryheaven

[bruised-muses]

who me? writing a mlb fic? yes, yes i am. loveynoir oneshot, coming out idk when but here's a snippet!!

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“You’re not Ladybug,” is the first thing Loveybug hears, and she turns around, her lips curled in the smile she always kept hidden as Ladybug, delighted to see Chat Noir. He doesn’t seem to be sharing her joy in the slightest, but her smile hardly falters. 

“Of course not! I’m Loveybug!” She says, taking in every feature of his face. Oh dear, how had she never appreciated him before? Everything from the golden locks of his hair, down to his bell, suit, and tail was beautiful. She really ought to have given more attention to him. “Have I ever told you, you’re really beautiful?” She asked genuinely. Chat Noir continued staring at her, dare she say, glaring? 

“No, you haven’t, because we’ve never met before, because you’re not Ladybug,” Chat gritted out. Loveybug giggled. 

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yes it's short however i am writing it rn so it should get longer.

[koixxzkitty]

Touch

Pairing: Sub!Spider-Noir x Dom!GN!Reader

Category: Oneshot, smut

Overview: There's truly no end when he gets you riled up.

Additional Details: No specified AU, smut without a plot, unedited

Warnings: NSFW, edging, hand-job, orgasm denial, usage of vulgar language

A/N: First (writing) post!

Word Count: 522

You press your lips to Noir's again, sliding a hand down his waist and up his loosened and half-opened button-up, his skin already smelting hot as your icy hands ran across his ribs, earning a light gasp from him when you two parted for air. You graze your hand lower and on to Noir's clothed thigh, beginning to plant kisses on his neck.

"Oh, fuck . ." he breathes out, stifling a whimper. You had barely scraped the surface and Noir looked like he was going to burst. Every gentle touch to his body prompted him to react with strained gasps.

"C'mon, you're close already? You can do better than that," you purr while you shift your hand even lower to rub against his crotch, moving your thumb in circles on the bulge that jutted from the wet mark on his pants. Noir whimpered again, pressing his hips forward and into your hand, craving the cool sensation of your fingers wrapped around his cock, being able to feel a bit of it through the fabric.

Watching him struggle made a small grin quirk up on your face, and to comply with his wishes, you swiftly pull his pants and undergarments down in a singular, fluid motion, letting his length feel the cold air that blew from the air conditioner above. You don't make a lot of progress from the very start, inducing a soft whine of complaint from Noir.

"Please," he mumbled, almost shakily, at this point, closing his eyes as you fondled with his dick, twitching every time you moved your hand lower and lower to his shaft. You press your free hand to his cheek, holding it ever-so-gently as you kiss him again, hearing him mewl into it so perfectly, inclining your hand to speed up by a bit.

You break from the kiss again. "Sorry, I didn't catch that, mind saying what you said again?" you tease, gaining a short glare from him that said to fuck off, not lasting for long as Noir's eyes flicked to your hand and then lolled back slightly, closing them in the chance that you wouldn't be able to catch how much he was enjoying your movements.

Noir's moans and gasps grew more vocal bit by bit as your lazy and slow pumps were replaced by a fast and steady pace. When the tip of his member began to twitch, you slackened your motions, almost to a complete stop, essentially ruining his climax. Noir whined again as you left a bite mark on his neck.

"Wh-Wha' did ya do that f- fuck-" he gasped halfway through. "Wha' did ya do that for . . ?" Noir half-moaned into your ear. His question sounded more like a complaint than what it was supposed to be.

"I don't know what you're talking about, darling, you're gonna have to use your words." You drag the tip of your finger down his dick, resulting in Noir pressing his hips upward once more as you went back in for another kiss that the man below you whimpered into. One thing was for certain, and that was that the night wouldn't end anytime soon.

[charlotteking23]

hey guys I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time but I have been super busy with exams and life in general. But I promise to try and update more often when I have time.

Love you all!

XOXO, charlotte

[marinettenoirfan]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54072508

Both Ladybug and Chat Noir know each other’s secret identity, but they don't know that the other already knows.

This is my fluffiest fic yet. Expect fluff, a pinch of angst, a reveal, and even more fluff. Hope you'll check it out :)

~2.5k words - One-shot

[graysnetwork]

Hey!! I recently found ur acc and I love ur writings!! I wanted to request a spider noir x reader where a bunch of creepy drunk guys tries to cat call y/n and spider noir swoops in and beats the shit out of them lol. If you can’t write anything like this that’s totally fine! Make sure to take breaks :)

Hii, tysm for the request!! Ik I lowk took a while to respond sooo…

But thanks for this idea I liked it a lot!!

Idk if you wanted me to make them in a relationship so ima do it like Tobey’s Spider-where they only know each other because he saves her a lot.

Friday, 8pm?

Info: I literally had to search up if the subways were a thing in 1933, ALSO THIS ISNT PROOF READ OR HAS GONE THROUGH GRAMMARLY SO IGNORE TYPOS OR DOUBLE WORDS

Warnings: weird creepy guys, cat calling

Summary: (the request)— as you walked out of work a bunch of creepy guys tried following you home, luckily your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man saved the day

You we’re walking out of work, it was a normal day, if you could call any day normal it’d be today, it was fresh as the sun began to set, and the sky got darker. Your shift had ended earlier than usual, so you walked out and began walking to the subway, so you could go home, and eat something as quick as possible.

You walked down the streets of the city, your bag in one hand, your waist apron in the other as you began stuffing it inside your bag along with your other possessions.

Of course this nice evening had to have turned wrong in some way, it would’ve been much more terrible if New York was invaded by a monster, but for you; New York decided to gift you with men who invaded your space.

A whistle was heard two feet away from you, before a man walked up next to you and began talking to you, saying several things; “what’s a pretty girl like you doing out right now?” The man asked, you tried walking faster but only followed “could you leave me alone?” You asked him, being nice about this never worked for you. But it was worth a try, right?

He continued following you asking more things; he was being a little too personal, and now you had to walk through several streets that led to places you didn’t even know, the one thing you didn’t want him knowing was your address so you just walked through the city, and your stomach was grumbling from how hungry you were.

You lost him eventually after a while of walking, he had lost you in the subway, which you couldn’t be more grateful for. You got on and after getting off walking through the city some more, going to your favorite pizza place, you walked out the building and once again; you were found by another, very much older man.

He couldn’t have been thirty years old, he looked much, much older than that. “What’re y’doin out tonight honey?” The man obviously sounded drunk, he put his arm around you and you took that as your cue to push him away.

“Where y’goin hon?” He asked as he jogged over to you and placed and hand on your waist. You were about to push him away again and jog or run away, but before you could even turn your head, he gasped and pulled his hand away; almost pulling you with him as he fell to the ground.

You let out a quick gasp as the man fell and went completely unconscious before you felt yourself being pulled away, you couldn’t comprehend anything before you were standing faced to face; or mask.

In front of a familiar black goggled mask. “what the hell-” you said with a sign as you realized it was Spider-man. “You okay?” He asked, his hands were placed gently on your midriff, “mhm, yeah I’m good..” you nodded at him as he looked you up and down.

“You sure..?” He asked as he continued looking you up and down “yeah, I’m fine” you reassured him “you have a thing for needing my help, huh?” He said, you could almost see the smirk form in his mask.

You chuckled and nodded “yeah, maybe, but I’m fine thank you for saving the day” you smiled at him, his knees almost buckled as your lips curled up. “So, you don’t want me to swing you home?” He asked, a smirk behind the mask, you wished you could see his face so badly right now, you always wanted to see him.

“Well, no, I’m not denying a swing home” you grinned, “so is that a yes?” He asked and you quickly responded with a nod. He held you by the waist and soon enough he had you in the alleyway, next to your complex. You two walked to the front of the bricked three story building.

“Thank you, again” you smiled at him once more, “it’s no problem, I’m Spider-Man remember?” He said as he walked back through the alleyway, you wished you could invite him inside to have a coffee, or just a conversation. But then again, you didn’t know him, he probably wouldn’t accept the invite, and you had no courage to ask.

So you walked inside and headed up the stairs to your small but cozy apartment, you immediately headed to your room to set down your bag. Noticing a shadowy figure through your window to the fire escape.

You noticed his goggles again, “you we’re waiting for me?” You asked opening the window, “you thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckled, “are you sure your not just stalking me?” you giggled, “m’no” he shook his head gently as he let out another airy chuckle.

“I’d be worried if you were” you smiled, you put your hands on the ledge and leaned a little closer to him, “I wouldn’t do that, without your permission” he said, smiling dumbly under the mask, you could here the playfulness in his voice, but also how sincere and sweet he was.

“Take me to dinner first” you smiled, feeling heat rise up your cheeks, “I could, if you wanted too” he said sweetly, “I would say yes, so you should” you leaned a little closer, you almost thought he leaned closer as well.

“I’ll get a reservation than” you could see the wide grin imprinted in his mask, it made you smile more, you nodded hoping that was a good enough response, you hoped that he couldn’t see how flustered you were beginning to look.

“I really like you..” he whispered, the smile under his mask never faded, “I, like you too” you nodded “yeah, I really, really do” you told him, leaning in closer, he noticed it this time and pulled his mask down to his nose before he leaned in and kissed you.

To say this was perfect could’ve been an understatement, but that was the only word you’d use.

You leaned closer, as much as possible, gripping the ledge of window, one of his hand let go of the web he’d been hanging (upside down) on. He placed it in the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him, as if you weren’t close enough.

You hadn’t even noticed how your hands had been holding the back of his head too, “I, uhm..” you gulped as the heat rushed to your cheeks. “So, dinner next Friday eight pm?” His grin was visible now.

You nodded smiling sheepishly, “good, I’ll make sure to forget the mask” his grin widened, “thats, good” you smiled at him. He nodded off and said his goodbye, you turned back and walked over to your dresser thinking about how

You just kissed Spider-Man.

You just kissed Spider-Man?

He watched you from the window, as you took off your work shirt, he wanted to knock on your window so badly. If only he had the courage.

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Hope y’all like thisss🙈

[frickingnerd]

the princess and her white knight

pairing: chat blanc/adrien agreste x fem!reader

summary: after your boyfriend gets akumatized, you try to hide from him. but cats are good at catching their prey...

tags: angst with a happy ending, akumatized!adrien/chat noir, cat blanc breaking free from the akuma, hugging, hurt/comfort

"what's wrong, princess? why are you running away from me~?"

chat blanc's voice echoed through an empty paris. there was nobody left but the two of you. just like he wanted it. he had you all for himself. but the one behind the mask wasn't the one you had fallen in love with. this wasn't your chat anymore! 

"you're hurting my feelings, you know…?"

chat sighed, looking around the empty streets of paris for you. you had managed to slip away from him and hide. but his voice came closer and closer. and you knew you couldn't hide forever… 

"gotcha~!"

suddenly, you were pressed against the nearest wall, as chat surprised you out of nowhere. though it shouldn't be a surprise that the cat was good at catching his prey…

"there you are, princess… why were you running away from me?"

chat slightly raised you up from the ground, your feet hanging in the air, as he kept you pinned against the wall. 

"you're… not him!" you huffed, struggling to push off the akumatized version of the one you loved. "you're not my chat–!!"

a sinister laugh escaped from his lips. 

"i'm all yours, princess~ why can't you see that? who cares who i am? chat noir, chat blanc… it's all the same!" 

you glared at him, but your attempts to escape only seemed to amuse chat blanc. until you just gave up…

"adrien…" you whispered softly, the name alone getting chat blanc to flinch. "i love you… i know you're still in there… please, stop this…" 

without a warning, chat blanc backed away from you, causing you to stumble back onto your feet as they met the ground again. 

"g-get away from me…"

your head shot up and when you looked into his eyes, you knew this wasn't chat blanc talking. 

"adrien…!"

"please… get away from me… i can't… hold back… i'll hurt you…"

every word leaving his lips seemed to be a struggle. it was like adrien was fighting against himself, deep inside. or rather, like he was fighting the akuma. 

"i'm not going anywhere…"

adrien's eyes widened in horror as you wrapped your arms around him tight.

"you can do this… you can reject the akuma, adrien…!"

your boyfriend was sobbing, his arms helplessly hanging at his side. he didn't have the strength to hug you back, the battle he was fighting on the inside taking all that he had. until finally, he let out an ear-piercing scream and collapsed into your arms, the akuma from his bell flying off into the sky… 

you held on close to adrien. the world around you didn't change. there was no ladybug to purify the akuma anymore. it was just you and him. and it would always just stay you and him. but at least you now had your adrien back. at least you'd now have each other...

[home-of-renn]

Summary:

Ever since the day they'd made their shocking debut, Chat Noir has remained a controversial figure. The people of Paris don't treat them the same, and maybe that’s something she should be grateful for.

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Envy: the desire to attain the qualities, possessions or luck possessed by another

Jealousy: a desire to attain the qualities, possessions or luck possessed by another, stemming from insecurity, hostility, bitterness and resentment.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Paris Citizens (Miraculous Ladybug), Tikki (Miraculous Ladybug) Additional Tags: Retrospective, Character Study, They're SOULMATES your honour, the joys of wielding the powers of destruction, Pre-Reveal Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, obvious favouritism, misguided envy, its not the same as jealousy!, Pre-Relationship, they're just kids someone give them a break, unintended effects of wielding a miraculous, Sort Of, Using a Miraculous Has Side Effects (Miraculous Ladybug), Kinda but not really, tabloids and controversy, 

[xhanisai]

I’m curious-

Am I the only one who draws and writes stuff that mainly starts or diverges from the first three seasons, rather than making them canon compliant with s4 and onwards? 

I don’t know how to explain it but I feel like after episode Ladybug in s3, the canon story becomes very complex and heavy so it’s a little harder to come up with stuff that happens during then. 

Like there’s too much going on at once. 

Drawing is easier cos no thinking is required but writing is quite a challenge. That’s why I don’t write fics for medias that have a complex storyline because my brain would get overwhelmed easily lol.

[vizzy740]

MariChat

Marinette looks out from her balcony at the sprawling expanse of Paris.

There’s the Eiffel tower, towering above the city, and there’s all the other sights, along with the black, starless sky, but she isn’t really interested in any of it.

She leans over her balcony, looking in the direction Chat Noir usually comes, waiting for him.

She can enjoy the skyline and her thoughts on her own, but Chat had said that he was coming tonight. With that knowledge she can’t just focus on the skyline that she’s known for her entire life, she can’t stop herself from looking over, waiting for the highlight of her night.

The development was a bit strange, when she first met Chat, he’d just been her annoying hero partner, constantly flirting with her and all that. Then she met him as Marinette and their relationship changed. Now they were friends, bonded through their mutual unattainable crushes.

For a time she’d felt guilty about the entire situation, with her being the one who was rejecting him. Later, she was able to compartmentalize it, realizing that though Chat does have feelings for Ladybug, he knows that the chances of her ever returning his feelings are low, but he’s still willing to shoot his shot every time he can.

“Hello, Princess.” Chat breathes into her neck.

She immediately turns around, smiling, though she knows there’s a slight exasperation and sass to her expression, “Really, Chat?”

Chat shrugs, a smile on his face as he moves away. She’s a bit disappointed at the distance, but she’s used to it.

“So, how was your day?” Chat asks.

Marinette gives him an answer and they easily transition from one thought to another, falling into their usual routine.

Eventually they reach a lull, and Marinette asks a question that’s been bugging her for a good while.

“How’s it going with you and Ladybug?”

Chat shrugs, “She told me that her job as a hero is to defeat Hawkmoth, unless some other supervillain comes along, she’s retired so… I guess nothing. What about you and your lover boy?”

“My… lover boy?”

“Your Ladybug, the boy you’ve been pining over? The person we bonded over?”

“Oh, yeah…” Marinette trails off, she hasn’t thought about Adrien in a while.

“What?”

Marinette shrugs, “I just… I haven’t thought about him in a while. I think…” She looks off, thinking it over, because she really hasn’t thought about Adrien, and now that she thinks about it, she hasn’t been awkward around him for a while, not since they defeated Hawkmoth, and it’s been a month since then. “I don’t think I like him anymore.” Her expression turns wistfully surprised as she breathes out, “I don’t like Adrien Agreste.”

“What?” Chat Noir says, his eyebrows are raised. “Wh-why would you like Adrien Agreste?”

Marinette laughs, it starts out small, but slowly grows until she can barely breathe. It takes her a good few minutes to be able to speak again, “H-who else would I be talking about? I said I liked the prettiest and handsomest boy in Paris, who else would I be talking about but The Adrien Agreste?”

“I-I don’t know.” Chat Noir replies, his expression still surprised. “H-how long do you think you’ve stopped liking him?”

Marinette shrugs, “I don’t know… I actually haven’t thought about it. A few months before, I promised that I’d stop trying to pursue him, but I’d done that a million times before, but it just seemed to stick that time…” She drifts off as she looks into Chat’s feline eyes.

He watches her intently, clearly eager to hear her continue, but she isn’t interested, she’d prefer to hear about whatever Chat has to say, or just look in his brilliant green eyes all night…

Oh. That’s why she stopped liking Adrien.

 …

Chat Noir thinks he regrets not asking Marinette out as Adrien a few months ago. Which is a very weird thing to do, because he didn’t think he was interested in Marinette before then, but now he can’t stop thinking about the now-defunct prospect of being with her in that way.

About how he could’ve asked her out, how he could be going out to Andre’s ice cream stand with her, how he could hold her hand as they walk around some place, any place.

He doesn’t know how this is happening. His feelings for Ladybug don’t feel any different. Speaking of which—

“That went well, didn’t it?” Ladybug says as she strolls with him upon the rooftops of Paris, “We kept our privacy, but we were able to get them satisfied enough that they won’t question your late-night roof-top runs and my absence.”

Chat Noir nods. “Yeah.” He says absentmindedly.

“Chat, are you okay?”

“I… yeah, I’m fine, I just… feel a bit strange. There’s this girl I talk to sometimes, as Chat Noir. We bonded over our mutually unreciprocated feelings. She told me a while ago that her feelings have… left, that she doesn’t like him anymore, and in the same breath she revealed that it was… that it was me. That she’d liked my civilian identity. Now I can’t stop thinking about it, how I could’ve been with her just a few weeks ago, and I’m regretting not doing it now.”

“S-so you think you like her, like you want to… to date her?” Ladybug asks, her voice trembling for no reason that Chat can fathom.

Chat shrugs, “I suppose so.”

“Th-that’s good. Well you should, youshouldprobably, probably go on her roof tonight. I’ll— I hope you have a good time!” And swung away, her usual cool attitude strangely destroyed.

He smiled as she left, charmed at her rare awkwardness.

…

When he came to Dupain-Cheng roof, the place was… a bit busy.

Marinette was scurrying around moving things about in a mad haste. She looked over to find somewhere to put the mess she held in her arms, only to accidentally finally notice him perched on the fence of her balcony.

“Oh, uh… h-hi Chat Noir. I-I didn’t think you’d be over here so soon.” She replied, her voice trembling and her face flushed.

Chat nodded, “Ladybug said that I should come over tonight, did you talk to her about something?”

“I, uh… y-you could say, butalsonotreallyit’smorelike…” she stopped herself, and took a deep breath and let it out.

She looked to the ground and didn’t say anything.

“Did Ladybug tell you that I’m–”

“I know you’re Adrien Agreste.” Marinette interrupts, “And… and I like you, as Chat, as your pun-filled, stupid, flamboyant self with all your… stupid bells and all. The fact that you’re Adrien isn’t why I like you… I like you for… for this side of you. I-I’d like to go out with you.”

“W-would you be okay going out with Adrien too?”

She looked up, a smile on her face, which in a second turned into a chuckle, he smiled at the sight.

“Yeah, I’d be okay with that.” Marinette replied. “It would be useful to see who I’m dating outside of them coming to my balcony at night.”

“And, uhh… I still like Ladybug.”

Marinette’s expression grew confused.

“Would you be okay with that?”

Marinette opened her mouth, then closed it, her expression becoming concentrated.

“Tonight you… you told me that you were Adrien.” She replies.

“I… didn’t?” he replies.

“No, you did, after you finished you and Ladybug’s final interview.”

“But–”

Marinette shook her head, a few turns longer than anyone usually would. She reshuffled the things in her arms, and tucked her hair behind one of her ears, and looked up to him, her lips were pursed in what could almost be a frown, and her eyebrows were furrowed together. She tilted her head to let the hair she’d tucked fall by her ear, her trademark black earrings still in place.

“Why would you having feelings for Ladybug trouble me?”

Plain earrings.

“Are… are you Ladybug?” Chat asks.

“Yes,” Marinette replies, “I am Ladybug. So… would you go out with me?”

“Yeah.”

Catcity

[badchoicesworld]

Hello hello :)

I hope you're having a good day!

May I request Hobie and Spider-Noir with a s/o who cries a lot?

Not only out of sadness, but out of everything. They're happy? They cry. They're frustrated? They cry. It's just their body's natural reaction to any intense emotion. Even like, if they're listening to a song that itches their brain just right, boom, tears (talking of personal experience, me? Absolutely.)

I'm just kinda insecure about my crying habits lol, I need reassurance. (I cried to System Of A Down and Slipknot, send help)

Thank you and sending lotsa love :)

hobie brown and spider-noir with an s/o that cries a lot !

ok, first i wanna stress that you should never feel insecure about your natural bodily functions- ever. crying is completely natural and a normal way to express any type of feeling, so i hope you gain a little confidence in your ability to feel so strongly :] it’s a beautiful thing

second, you should check out demon slayer in you haven’t, there’s this character that always cries at everything and he’s the strongest ! gyomei my love

third, these are kinda short and i’m very sorry, i struggled w noir

separate scenarios

warnings: crying ?? insecurity ?

pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader, spider-noir x gn!reader

requests: refer to this bad boy

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i bet hobie’s one of them guys that gives out great advice about mental health or just in general and doesn’t take his own advice

he’s too cool to cry, he claims

but suddenly it’s not cool for everyone else to NOT cry

also uses common sense and figures that crying is a completely natural reaction when you feel any type of emotion, won’t be embarrassed by you if you start bawling your eyes out in public if you happen to feel happy to be spending time together

he just smiles and rubs your back, shaking his head but in a playful way since this is a common occurrence

does one of those side hug things where he hooks his arm around your neck and squeezes you to his side a few times, talking about “let it out”

it’s nice in a way, he knows that you’re crying cause you’re happy to be spending time with him

he’s close buddies with pav who i can also see crying at a lot of things, man’s not judgemental

and he can of course understand crying at sad things ! if you two are kicked back one day and you’re violently bawling at a movie that’s meant to be a tear jerker, he’s not gonna shame you

he’s probably thinking about how accomplished the movie directors must be/feel while simultaneously shaming the big company who produced it

it’s nothing new and he’d rather not address it directly by asking you each time if you’re okay when you cry, he imagined it would get irritating and make you feel like it’s wrong

so he probably does something to show he’s there, an arm around your shoulder, maybe he ruffles your hair or something if you’re excited crying (i do this w my special interests, there’s no shame)

overall, hobie just wants you to feel comfortable enough to cry at all- this stuff should be normalised after all, no reason to even justify it to begin with

he may even encourage you to cry, get it out your system

he definitely understands frustrated crying, i imagine he’s a man who’s had his fair share of frustrations and sometimes crying is the only way to cope

if it bothers you so much, he might try introducing you to other coping mechanisms that he personally does

encourages you to get into music, play an instrument, do something spontaneous with your appearance

if he ever catches you crying over one of his own creations, the man’s floored with this appreciation

the last fucking thing he’ll do is ever make you feel guilty for crying, he’s having none of that and he’ll silently scowl in such disgust at the people that do

it’s not cool to shame peoples emotions, no invalidation here

if he’s in the right mood and you’re crying for something, happily he might just hype you up honestly

go bestie go, cry your eyes out

noir

someone else who sees nothing wrong with crying- he admittedly associates it most with grief so definitively panics the first few times he sees you crying at anything

but explain how crying is your response to everything and he’ll relax

he’s probably envious of your ability to feel so strongly about everything, since he struggles to feel a thing

the man literally lets matches burn to his fingertips out of hopes of feeling anything

that being said, he doesn’t want you to think like you now get to feel ungrateful for your tendencies to cry at everything since he envies it- crying is still taxing as fuck and you’re entitled to your own functions, he just wished he could take a page or two from your book

nine times outta ten he will probably assume each time that you’re crying out of sadness, he’s horrible at reading the room

it’s a pretty instant reaction from him to ask what’s wrong and assume the worst, man’s is instantly ready to start a fight if you’re crying for something bad that’s happened

makes a really big deal out of hugging you and dramatically wrapping his coat around you before suspiciously listing all of your enemies

he’s more of a “cheer up, sport” kinda guy and is a lot more insistent about talking to him about your feelings

partly because he want to understand the feelings, mostly because he wants to help you

probably cites some old 30’s techniques on how to make your face less puffy after crying if it bothers you- a really bizarre remedy

he’s also heard some more modern techniques, like chewing gum when cutting onions

he assumes that works for crying as a whole

happy crying takes him some time to wrap around his head, but he’ll get it

it’s a little surprising to him at first that you cry at every little thing, but that’s okay

he cant imagine that he’ll ever get over that initial surprise, seeing you cry at all immediately catches his attention - he’ll eventually stop assuming it’s bad, but he does attempt to comfort you each time without fail

you could be crying in such joy and he’ll fail to read the room, strokes your head while talking to you like you’re a dog that’s just had their paw stepped on

thinks he’s helping an incredible amount, has a small ego boost when he does successfully comfort you

he really does embrace it instead of trying to avoid it, which he imagined would be arrogant anyway

he’s envious, overall

good for you for being so in touch with your emotions

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IM SORRY THIS KINDA SUCKS IM BAD AT CRYING

[a-flaming-idiot]

Title: Chat Noir Cataclysms Hawk Moth's Balls

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen & Up

Warning: No Warnings Apply

Chapter: Oneshot

Word Count: 4,131

Main Tags: Hawkmoth gets his ball obliterated, Trans Chloe Bourgeois, Identity reveal, crack fic, Nothing is serious, Nathalie doesn't get paid enough for this, a lot of dick jokes,

Summary: “It's what it says on the tin; Chat Noir castrates his unaware father. And at the same time, Gabriel hits a high C to shatter glass, Nathalie realizes she wasted her life, Chloe accidentally outs herself, Adrien becomes homeless, there are no more secret identities, Tikki thinks she's funny, Nino and Alya take what's their's, and Chloe finally respects another human being. And a partridge in a pear tree~”